My Life: According to Me - Summer, Summertime!!

So, summer is fast approaching - and it's almost time for me to make my annual journey to my Mecca - NYC. I decided to take my three week vacation and spend a portion of it back home. I miss the kids, I miss my friends, and of course - I miss Him. It's been two weeks since we've been together and it sucks. I can't believe I sound like such a mush! The way he's been making me feel when I'm around him is something I can't describe. I've been real stressed over a few things, but when we're together, all I can do is laugh and smile. The phone just isn't enough sometimes, well - it just isn't enough. The time spans apart are getting more difficult to deal with lately, too. Not to mention, we had a blast last time I was home. As much as I'd love to post pics, I'm gonna leave those in the private collection. {{Heheh}} Granted, there are some rough moments out there, but I think things will pan out just fine... 

My siblings are getting so grown up as the months go by, and I feel like I've been absent for so much of it. Every time I get home, there's something new going on. BabySister is talking a mile a minute, BabyBrother's standing up and learning how to walk - LittleSister is always doing something new - I just bought her a cell phone before I left. Naturally, she used up all the minutes before the week ended. LittleBrother (see photo) is grown, lol - I had a real heartfelt discussion with him the other night, and I had to admit to myself that he's actually gonna be 21 this year. How time flies... 

I'm going to use this summer to truly find myself. I thought I'd done this part of my life already - but now that so much has changed, I realize I never really did it at all. Jaz and I will be road tripping, the family is planning a getaway, and I'll be spending time with my girls in Miami soon enough. I just need to enjoy myself - without feeling like I have to take care of anyone, or follow after them. This summer will be about MY growth as Kim. I've got to get back to the old me; the happy, energetic, smiling me. It's gonna take some work, some drinks, and some laughs - definitely some tears. I think it's an attainable goal, life is my thing!! I've got concerts to go to, people to see, fears to get over, love to make ((smile))... 

Let's see how it all plays out... 

Until next time, people! 

{{Spoke - N - Heard}} "Freaquency"

Walkin' up on me like you really think you know me,

Is there something that you'd like to show me?

Ain't lookin like the type for fitted jeans and tight vests, but
Boy you packin like you work for UPS

You say you the best -
Well, let me put you to the test
Swing right - swing left
Can you handle what the rest -
Couldn't?

Wouldn't, shouldn't - let a Joe Shmo touch me
Huh? What the rush be -
Take it slow, must see

How you operate -
Is it really great?
Cuz you got these birdies flockin' like
You opened up the chicken gate, like
Farmer Brown
You say you want this pretty round -
Thang
All up on me in the club, tryna sang

Alright - you wanna play?
Then I'ma swing it this a-way
That a-way, make it sway
Got ya homeboys sayin
OWW!

Pow, wow - what a surprise
Had to look you in ya eyes so
You know what's 'tween my thighs
Ain't for you

I spun to walk away, but you beggin for more
Turned around, looked down -
You did WHAT up on the dance floor??

((You might wanna fix that...))


 - K!m@n!

[[Strawberry Letter]] Kids, Kondoms and Kutting...

Happy Earth Day everyone! I was listening to Steve Harvey this morning, and a gentleman had some other seeds he was trying to sow...


So, the Strawberry Letter today was from a dude who had a "slight" dilemma. He has been with his lady for five years, they live together and have a child together. She also had a child from a previous relationship. He stressed the fact that he was not interested in having a child together. While he's not looking to be a dad again, he also wrote that he likes the feel of 'going natural,' and does not use condoms when they have intercourse. Okay. 


Wait - there's more. 


So, he brings on the fact that he is currently in school because he cannot find a job, and his girlfriend is a part-time worker at a day-care center. Her Medicaid has run out, and she is no longer able to afford her Depo (Provera) shot. In laymen's terms  he's broke and they can't afford birth control. She likes to have sex a lot, and actually DOES want a child. His question to Steve was, "What would you do?" 

Many of the callers suggested a vasectomy. Basically, it's a quick surgical procedure where a doctor cuts the 'vas' under the penis, rendering the man unable to produce sperm sufficient enough to impregnate a woman. It's permanent, and often emasculating to men, which is why many of them choose not to do it. In his case, though - what is another option?


The girlfriend obviously can't afford to support the household and pay for birth control. A pack of Yaz without insurance is $80! I can imagine how much the Depo should be, you actually have to have it administered to you by a medical professional. Since he doesn't want to sacrifice the pleasure of raw-dogging his girlfriend - he'd rather run the risk of impregnating her again - and bringing a child into the world that they cannot afford. 


Or should she get a hysterectomy or tie her tubes? That always seems to be the solution for the world's problems. 


I just feel like, he's not taking her feelings and well being into consideration. It's just as simple as buying a $12 economy pack of condoms like everyone else should be doing. Shoot, those Ecstasy ones by Trojan are pretty darn awesome. Well, so I hear. Not to mention - they are struggling to make ends meet as it is - can you really afford that kind of mistake? It's unfair to the children to bring them into this world and not have the resources to take care of them. 


I just can't understand why a compromise can't be met here. The chips are obviously down - so there's one inexpensive solution - wrap it up! 

[[Spoke-N-Heard]] "Audubon Flower..."

She's got,
A pretty little lotus - you can call it Elise
One touch of her flower - might bring you down to your knees
The beauty of her petals can make grown men cry
Yet she keeps her petals closed,
Do you ever wonder why?


The elevation of her aura
Keeps her lily floating on water
To a boy, it's just a flower
But to a man who's thinking smarter,
She's a precious work of art
One that only God provides
And while the petals are plucked on others
Safely her lotus resides
At the center of her pond
Beauty still sustained
And until that prince arrives
Right there it shall remain


 ((04-22-10)) Love, Kimi... 
P.S. - Happy Earth Day! 

[[Turn It Up Tuesday]]: Ciara feat. Ludacris - "Ride"

Ciara is truly an expert at the dance movement. For an American girl - she sure can wine! G'awn head and enjoy, ladies and gentlemen. The beat rides hard, glad to see she's coming back with some hits...

((Spoke-N-Heard)) Ayana Ellis' - "Who I Gosta Be?"

"Who I Gosta Be?"

Shar

 Today at 8:47am

What I gotta do?
Who I gosta be?
so that you can look deep inside of my dreams
not of houses and riches but something more
like kisses when I walk thru the door
understanding of my past and why other loves didn't last
knowledge of today's world and why most women act like girls
why some men choose the state penn over steak and kicking gems
to beautiful sisters like me, and her, and my sister, and my homies and my mom
c'mon
What I gotta do for you to not think your fancy car
or your watch is gonna get you a notch
I mean its nice
but so is my life
who I gosta be
to get you to be a part of me and see
that I need
Roses
and soft kisses on my noses
open car doors for me
before you open these thighs
can you at least open my eyes
to the kind of man you are?
this passion that lies deep down
is something so sweet so sound
know what your getting into
its something you can't get out of
but it happened so fast that
all you want is ass
and when your done,
I'm no longer the one
you said that I was
you said word to your son?
or daughter
or dead god brother or father...
Ugh
What do we have to do
I'm speaking for the ladies not the bitches
the women and the sisters
to the gentlemen and misters
Who do we have to be
to get flowers
and brought home at decent hours
smiling while in the shower
scrubbing every part of my body except for my forehead
which is where you placed your lips
shortly before I was dismissed
to have sweet dreams of seeing you again
my borderline friend
Where do we have to go
to find the men that know
how to treat a lady
that knows the difference between the sunshine
and a betch whose shady
frontin like she aint about the pay day
but no longer wants to date you when you don't buy her something on
pay day..
What I gotta do to find a man well dressed
smelling of anything but sex
a man that's simple yet complex
Where can we find the truth?
you know that powerful man
that doesn't just love us when he can
but loves us on demand
so much loving that we can't stand
so much truth from his roots
dressed in jeans or in a suit
praying he appears just like...
POOF!
The hardest of woman shares my sentiments
but all she knows how do to is be intimate
nothing more to offer
so he doesn't want to be bother
and now she's scorned
cause she thought her sex can hold 'em
lying there..pussy swollen
tears hard and strong she cant control 'em
good sex can't control him
Who do we have to be to get taught
and not bought
hugged, kissed and swayed
not fucked, dissed and played
Where is that man so into God
that he finds the God in me
where's that romance of "soon as I saw you girl
I knew you were my wife to be"
Is romance dead? is it all in my head?
Can't even pick me up a rose
but wanna pick me up and put me in your bed?
Wanna date me in my house
never wanna take me out
Only call once a week
when you want to get up in my sheets?
Longing for the day that no longer do men wanna play
but stay and ask me "baby is everything okay?"
Back rubs on park benches
subtle kisses in the car
flirting with me, though we came together
you send me a drink from across the bar
laying on our backs on the grass
making love under the stars
Introducing yourself to my mother
no matter how grown we are......
Who I gosta be?

© 2010 by Ayana Ellis

Ayana - you have got to be one of the most passionate writers I know. I see you doin so many big things in your future - shoot, in your present! I am happy for you, and honored to know you. Reading your words is like pouring my own thoughts out of my ear and onto paper. I write, but you - you WRITE. You are a true master of the craft, and I love and respect your work. Can't wait to see what's next. 

Please keep doin your thing - and I am your street team whenever you need me! 

Crown Royal - On Ice...

The answer at the bottom of the bottle -
     Is only a fallacy
Let me be your drink - 
    Quench your thirst
I'm all you need for true intoxication.


Take a sip of this -
    Let your body relax
Lady Royal will put your mind at ease
    Gaze into these cognac eyes
Just let me... 


   - Kimi 

Shyne Po is Back!! - "Messiah"

I can't lie. I missed Shyne a lot while he served all that time in prison. Hip Hop was in need of his gritty voice, especially since people I respect like Bank$ went into hiding and most of the other hardcore rappers have vanished from the scene - replaced by Diddy boppers and pretty boys. It's refreshing to know that despite his deportation, Shyne is still in the studio pushin out music. Can't wait to hear what else he's got in store for us. The beat rides good on this track, and his voice is forever my favorite. Let's hope he preserved his sexy in the bing, too...





Give him some time - and I see a few good collaborations coming up wit him and some well-known artists. People can't front like they weren't anticipating his release from prison. What I would love to hear? A dancehall tune with him and someone like Mavado. Big tingss fi di man from Belize! 


((straight face))


Excuse my excitement. My mind just ran back on the "Bad Boyz" video with Barrington Levy and him rollin through the hood. Carry on...


Ooooohhh! Shibbledidibbledideee. ((Barrington Levy voice))

{{Say What?}} Racist Prank Pulled Off At Whole Foods...

Oh really?
I'll tell you this. Let them try this at my store - this NY girl won't be having it!! Jersey. Pffft!  

((via bossip.com))

Police in northern New Jersey say a 14-year-old girl grabbed a supermarket microphone and announced, “All blacks leave the store.”

The case is nearly identical to what happened on two occasions at a southern New Jersey Walmart. Edgewater police say the new case is being investigated as a possible “copycat” situation. They say they were called after the girl made the announcement over the Whole Foods Market’s public-address system Saturday afternoon.

The girl, whose name was not released because of her age, is charged with bias intimidation and harassment. In the Walmart case, a 16-year-old boy faces the same charges after police said he twice ordered all blacks to leave the store.

She would also have been charged with "getting her but kicked by her mother in a public area," "Public humiliation by parent," and "Being forced to walk home with a shoe wedged up her butt." I wonder where her parents were while she was doing this, and what they did to her after the fact. Growing up with a West Indian mother definitely made sure I didn't even desire to pull stunts like this. I kept my pranks to crank calls. Wouldn't risk gettin a rass beatin' in front of patrons. Much less other kids. 

{{Say What?}} Family RETURNS Adopted Child...

So, children come with receipts now?? 


((via momlogic.com))


        As the controversy rages on over the adoptive mother sending her son back to Russia, the town sheriff was on CBS's "Early Show" today explaining that the family was scared of 7-year-old Artyom Savelyev.

Bedford County Sheriff Randall Boyce said: "What we're getting mostly is that he had violent issues and that they were more or less afraid of him, as far as trying to burn the house while they were asleep. I think he threatened some of these things. But it's still early. We're not exactly sure what the whole deal is."

Artyom's adoptive grandmother told CBS: "He drew a picture of our house burning down and he'll tell anybody that he's going to burn our house down with us in it," she said. "It got to be where you feared for your safety. It was terrible."

Meanwhile, ABC reports that Russian officials say Artyom has shown no signs of the violent, psychiatric behavior the mother cited among the reasons for returning him.

No charges have been filed yet against Torry Hansen or her mother, Nancy Hansen, but authorities are investigating.

So, instead of finding help for the young boy, the decision was made to send him back to Russia. Since when is there a hundred percent guarantee on children? Is it that hard to raise a child nowadays that an adult can decide to put them back into the deplorable conditions they longed to be rescued from? What was the point of adopting a child?

Did they think that a child from an orphanage was going to be like Annie - perfect, appreciative and ready made for an easy parenting life? Of course, coming from somewhere like a shelter usually means the child's birth parents were unfit to raise them, often equaling a history of physical or verbal abuse in that child's life. These kids need love and nurturing, and it's obvious that this mother probably did little in the way of research before she decided to adopt a child. No kid is perfect, and the best way to approach the situation would be to get to the root of his issues and work towards making him a better child, a happier one at that. How easy is it to just give up and send him back? 

As someone who raised a child, I know how hard it is to go through the changes of life with them. My sister's mom is still somewhat unstable, even though she's improved drastically from seven, eight years ago. Children absorb the environments they are in - they're the ultimate definition of a sponge. It's up to their adopted parent(s) to squeeze out their past with hugs and love - and let them soak in a new life. A life filled with support and kindness, kisses and smiles. This woman should be ashamed of herself. It shows her true ability to be a mother. Imagine when he reached his teens? She wouldn't be able to handle it. I'm sure of that. 

As a thirteen year-old, I was playing the role of a mother of a deaf child. Taking her to day care, then going to school, picking her up from day care in the evenings - feeding, bathing her. Putting her to sleep and watching over her until her mom decided to show up every night. That girl was my own. People really thought I secretly had a child and was claiming her to be my sister - it was that intense. I couldn't even go out with my friends sometimes, because I had to stay home and take care of her. I know what being a mother feels like. It's no easy task. I could have easily pushed her off on someone else - but she relied on me, loved me - looked up to me. What kind of human would I be? To this day, I thank God for giving me that experience. Her mother didn't take the reigns until she was about five. And even now, I have to step in and regulate every once in a while. Cuz that's what parents/siblings do. 

I don't believe this woman should be charged, but I do believe she should be black listed from adopting any children. She's unfit. Is she going to give up on the next child as easily? Or will she, out of shame, keep the child and mistreat them because of her inability to be a good caretaker? Will she abuse the child if she discovers they have a mental disorder? No child deserves to find out. 

I can only pray this little boy finds a good home. It's clear he has a few psychological issues, but most of those can be repaired with counseling and proper treatment. I know the next parent will be better than the last for him. 

My Life: According to Me

So I haven't written anything in such a while. Things have been whirlwind over the past few weeks in ways you guys wouldn't even imagine. I'm just glad we're finally settled in to the apartment, and life is actually turning towards some different directions. Paths I've been praying for these past months. I've got to say - I think I'm somewhere near happy.


This semester's almost over, and I really feel that moving closer to campus will help my academic success substantially. I've been able to show up for class early and take way better notes since we've been in the apartment. Granted, my car is out of commission right now, but Mom's car has reliably saved my life. I really have to get her something to thank her for this. I'm currently waiting on my transmission to be rebuilt - and as soon as Oscar's back on the road, I really have to pay my Mom back in some sort of way. Her heart is truly cast in gold. 


My personal life has been crazy lately. I've been stressing over a few issues,  but I realize that there are matters at hand that are truly out of my control - and I cannot let fear and worry take over my life. So I've let those things go and decided to move forward with my life. Some people are getting rude awakenings (including me), but for my sanity's sake - someone deserves a shake down. I don't care who you are, I am on a roll with this being honest and straightforward with things, and I'm gonna keep on doing it. It's refreshing to just tell someone how I feel about a situation. A lot easier than pussyfooting around the issue. That's for sure. Whether it be my job, my friends or my family - I've got to be more assertive.


((Oohh, getting sleepy. This lavendar - vanilla body kit is really working...))


Anyway, my love life has pretty much been the same. No one's laying in my bed. As much as I'd love for Him to be here - I'm not sure what I should be doing as far as pursuing a relationship with him. I'm not even sure if I should be considering it. Undoubtedly I have strong feelings for him, but the ball's ultimately in his court. I guess we'll continue to move along and see where things take us. 


I've got a few ideas in the works, and I'll post pics as soon as I start working on them. Until then - I will see you earthlings tomorrow. Thanks for letting me vent, but this Bath and Body works stuff is really making me tired. I'm outa here. See you tomorrow...

Medical Monday = ((Sex: The Cure-All?))

Now Playing: The Dream - Rockin' That Thang..." 

Hey all - it's been a while since the last post - somehow we still can't get internet in this darn apartment! Tethering internet from my BlackBerry is slow and tedious - and we all know I'm forever working and at school. 

Anyway - if you're following me on Twitter ((Sn3akrfr3akr)), you'll see me re-tweeting facts from #FreakyFacts,  which posts random sex facts throughout the day. I'm surprised to know that there's so much more for me to learn about this sex thing, lol. Not saying that I'm a pro - but I'm pretty knowledgeable in the topic. I figure - why not enlighten the masses as well? Here's a few random facts for all my fellow pervs out there... 

Could you imagine sex as a tranquilizer? 

    Well, technically it can do the trick on a small scale. The oxytoxin released during and after sex promotes sleep. I can attest to this - as a chronic insomniac. A few bouts in the ring - and ya girl is k.o.'d. Lights out!! 

I was surprised how many women out there don't know how to do a kiegel exercise. One of my co-workers actually asked me to show her - naturally, I burst out laughing.

 Well, sex can help improve (and tighten) the pelvic floor muscles (and vice versa).

The best way to find your kiegel muscles is to stop your flow of urine while peeing. Once you master this move - you officially open a new realm in your sex life. Trust me. 

Sex relieves stress, when done correctly ((giggle)). Studies show that it lowers blood pressure and assists in overall stress reduction. Just think about that one friend you have that's always on edge ((Points to myself)). Male or female, a little release would probably do them a world of good. I can't lie, though - sex done incorrectly can cause more harm than good. That- is another topic. 

Got a cold? Have a dose of sex - it boosts immunity! 

Good sexual health may equal an improvement in physical health. Sex once or twice a week has been linked to higher production of an antibody called immunoglobulin A (or IgA), which can protect you from getting colds and other infections.

((Via WebMd.com))

 "Scientists at Wilkes University in Wilkes-Barre, Pa., took samples of saliva, which contain IgA, from 112 college students who reported the frequency of sex they had.

Those in the "frequent" group -- once or twice a week -- had higher levels of IgA than those in the other three groups -- who reported being abstinent, having sex less than once a week, or having it very often, three or more times weekly."

((No wonder I've got these allergies!)) 

I was told that sex burns calories - but I never realized how much. Thirty minutes of sex burns about 85 calories! - 

    "42 half-hour sessions will burn 3,570 calories, more than enough to lose a pound. Doubling up, you could drop that pound in 21 hour-long sessions."

     Shoot - I might have to enlist a personal trainer for this one... 

And everybody's favorite pill - why haven't I bought stock in this yet?? 

    "Viagra, the well-known blue pill designed to help with erectile dysfunction, made $411 million in profits within the first three months of its release in 1998 before going on to make $1.8 billion in 2003"

   One survey reports that 53% of sexually active Americans claim to have sex at least once weekly. However, only 48% of Americans report being satisfied with their sex life. ((via facts.randomhistory.com))

((No Comment)) 

Just a few facts to shake up your Monday. I'll be back with an actual, more meaningful post later on today. Make sure you get some "exercise" in today, ladies!! Your partner will thank me. I mean, you. 

{{Whooty Wednesdays}} = Coco - T

In honor of Hump Day - I've decided to feature my favorite Whooties on this day of the week. Now, if you live under a social rock and don't know what a Whooty is - it's the acronym for a WHite girl with a bOOTY. Stereotypically in society, caucasian women are best known for having (and desiring) small, sometimes flat backsides. Nowadays in society, as the white community embraces curves as our brown community has for so many years - the booty is making a comeback. Personally, I commend this evolution - but at the same time, some people go to the extremes to achieve such a figure. I am all about natural beauty and working for the body you want. Undeniably, though - we must recognize good looking people when we see them. After we define good looking, of course.


The pioneer of the Whooty wave - is definitely Coco T, Ice T's bodaciously bootylicious whife. Sorry for the misspelling - but I thought it was funny after I accidentally typed it.  Definitely time to cut down my nails a bit - they're not conducive to blogging. Anywhoo - she is making a living at being desirable. She hosts car shows, models lingerie and swimwear - and somewhere in the spectrum of entertainment - she makes music. We'll skip that and stick to her true talent - her backs. I'll let her pictures speak for themselves...

((Image by Dailyradar.com)) 

((Photo via yepyep.gibbs12.com))

Alright. Enough Salivating. ((wipes drool)) Enough Said.


Now - we all know that this is the age of prosthetics and saline and silicone, but a lot of the women we see out on the street are naturally "thick" chicks. I started noticing white girls with booties around 2004, when the volleyball and soccer chicks were out in full effect back in high school. It's not that they never existed - people just weren't paying attention! Now so many of them get paid big money to be featured in music videos, of course the wave was going to grow. Now we've got butt implants running rampant - the fake boobies were always a white girl fave, lol. 


I thin it evens up the playing field in the music video and men's modeling industry, though. A lot of women get cast for having the smallest hip-to-waist ratio, as long as they have the biggest butt-to-hip factor. With new competition on the scene - we can finally stop seeing the same old jawns in every song and magazine. There are downsides to it, too - and we will discuss this on another post.


Anyway - this is all in fun today - so feast your eyes and appreciate the view. I'll leave you with this song that plays every time a well-endowed caucasian lady crosses my path. ::smile:: 




Now Playing: EDubb - "Whooty" 

Fear...

See? I'm not the only one who thinks this could happen!! 





What? Don't judge me. 


And so, it's no secret - my greatest fear - is statues. Not regular old statues - but large ones. Anything bigger than me terrifies me. I can't explain it, but it's been a crippling fear of mine since I was a child. I'll never forget trips to South of The Border - Mom making us take pictures underneath Pedro - the giant Mexican fellow who's the main attraction of the joint. I'd cry and cringe every time we had to go near him. And the giant ape on top of the souvenir store. 

Ugh. Gross!!


Somehow, all our family trips require us to go near statues of some sort - and my family finds such pleasure in taunting me with this fact. Washington DC - the Lincoln Memorial. Giant horses, angels - Lincoln!! I kept my head down for most of the drive - and each time I decided to lift my head, I was greeted with at least one monument - shrieked - and put my head back down. Great. 

 Imagine this at sundown. Horrifying. 


A family favorite - is Ocean Breeze in Virginia Beach. My family loves tormenting me when we head there. I avoid all attractions on the west side of the park - because any water ride you get on in that area gives you a head on look at their giant gorilla mascot. I did a mat ride there one year, and scraped my elbows trying to scramble backwards up the slide. Cut my knee and my big toe trying to swim out of the wade pool before I even reached the bottom of the slide. Nearly lost my lunch. 

And yes. He glows in the dark. Blech!! 


Now, I could go on for days about this - but I'm here for a reason. My friends, cousins and I recently went to South Beach for Calle Ocho weekend. On our drive home that evening, I requested that my best friend, Shorty - give me a detour around this giant hand statue in the area. Each time I drive over there, I somehow manage to accidentally encounter this statue. Of course, I made a wrong turn - and ended up directly across the street from it. I then ended up looking at it as we were stopped at the red light, and consequently opening the car door to hurl. As soon as the light turned green - I mashed on the gas and sped off - terrified to even glance in my rear view mirror, out of fear that it would be there. The entire car erupted in laughter as I frantically wiped my tears so we wouldn't crash.


 This was the final straw.


I have decided that I need to take initiative and get over this fear. It's ridiculous - and It will definitely keep me from exploring the world. How will I ever visit Rome? Brazil! France? There are statues everywhere. I start with baby steps, though. This past weekend in Miami, Shorty forced me to stand in front of a large Jesus at a local cathedral. I cried, I broke into a sweat, I protested - but I did it. I looked at him for a cool minute - before I turned around and ran down the stairs. I swore he was gonna come behind me. No one laughed at me. Passersby did stare, though. Humiliation is a great intervention. 


Next, I will attempt to visit this wooden Indian head by Fort Lauderdale Beach. I cover my eyes as I walk past him each time. Even back home in NY, my nine year-old sister knows the deal. As we walk through Bryant Park, she holds my hand as I close my eyes and walk past Benjamin Franklin - or whoever it is - cuz I never keep my eyes open long enough to read it. After that - the Blues Brothers at the Swap Shop. I'm on a mission. My goal is to visit the Statue of Liberty again - without throwing up over the side of the boat. I don't want to cry on the way up the stairs, I want to actually look out the window and see the ocean. I will. 


Now - this Miami Holocaust Memorial - I'm not so sure about. Let me give you a visual. 


Ugh. I just gagged as the pictures popped up. Jesus help me. 

I - can't do this. One more picture should suffice. 

Different angles make the hand look like it moves. I just don't know if I can stomach this. Okay. Man up. One more will be fine. Ugh. One. 

Crazy thing is, I was trying so hard to keep my cool at that stop light. Then CousinJan says, "You know, it's not the hand that's so bad. It's the people coming out of it that make it crazy." Me: "There's people coming ::barf:: out of it?? Nooo!" ((Punch on gas pedal)) I was out of there. 


I have to do this. I can't imagine having children and not being brave enough to take them to certain places. I fear Disney - I loathe Universal Studios. What grown adult do you know that does this?? 


Won't be me next year. I promise. 


And no. I'm not scrolling back up to proofread this post. I think I have done enough for today. That is all. 

Erykah Badu: Window Seat

And she's back - my Queen has returned!! 





Like she said - the media is quick to kill what they don't deem acceptable for society - without allowing society to decide for themselves. This is the Erykah we know and love - brave, bold - unafraid of the consequences of her expression. She is always a breath of fresh air. I expect nothing but wonderful from this new album - which I will definitely rate and review as soon as I'm done jamming to it. I love her so.